"Not bad, I like it. I'll be expecting a real kiss next time." He walked around me and sat on the bed. "Come here" my heart drops to my ass every time he says that phrase. I never know what he thinks when he says it, but it's usually to beat the fuck out of me.I limp towards him. Careful not to put too much pressure on my bandage foot. I sat on his lap sideways, just like I always do. His arm securely wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. He placed a kiss on the side of my head, the side of my face, and my neck. His lips lingered on my neck more than usual. But I felt the effects of his warm lips shooting up my core.After getting my foot hammered to the ground, things changed. I really have given up. Just the thought of running away scares me now.His lips were warm, and his soft breath blew against my skin. His proximity allowed me to feel every bit of his body warmth, and I couldn't help but notice my body leaning more into him. My fear of Stone has skyrocketed.
My body felt numb and alive at the same time. The tiny little specks of shock shooting throughout my body wouldn't stop. Nothing ever stops, not the pain, the pleasure, and certainly not the fear. The fear that I have of Stone is almost second nature to me. It increases with each passing second, and I get frightened that at some point, it might become all I know; I might fall into a scary world where all I feel is fear of my husband.It brings tears of sadness and a bit of joy as I recognize that I've lost myself to Stone. It makes me happy because I will no longer fantasize about my life without him- it always leads me into trouble. The thought that there could be life out there for me without him always drives me to make foolish choices in hopes of getting away from him; In the end, I get hurt, really, really bad.A life where I am utterly submissive to Stone is much better than a life where I fight for the impossible. I can't escape him. I could never get away from him. He made tha
The bed is warm and soft. The scent of Stone's manly cologne invaded my senses. It was more intense than before. I wouldn't doubt he was in the room; his presence wouldn't let me forget about him, not even for a second. For the past weeks, I would wake up wrapped in his arms, where he would later proceed to fuck my brains out and make me feel complicated feelings. I felt his hand caressing my face; moments later, a pair of lips softly pressed on mine. The atmosphere around the room felt different, warm. The air didn't feel suffocating. And the bed definitely was different. It was soft and fluffy compared to the one I'd been sleeping on for the past months. My eyes fluttered open, needing to see why the atmosphere had changed. I was met with a pair of dark eyes staring back at me. My body shivered, and shocks shot up my body due to our proximity, an effect he left on me from our constant sex. My eyes scan the room, and I realize I am back in our room. I was out? Stone had finally tak
I stood silently over, reading the names written on the tombstone. At least Stone was kind enough to bury them and let my dad, Avery, and Danny rest in peace. I was scared to face the three people who were the cause of the guilt eating me inside; I still feel like running away and crying in a corner whenever I think about them. The events of when Stone broke the news that he killed them still runs through my head—that was the worst day for me to be alive because of what he had put me through.For the past month that I have been released from hell, I feel like I have entered a new one, Except this one was much prettier and more luxurious. My fear of Stone has genuinely taken a toll on my body, being so close to him all the time, having to see his face when I first wake up in the morning. Everything was triggering to me.I am surviving only because of my kids, but even then, I had a hard time adjusting to suddenly seeing them, they're my babies, but I feel so distant from them. I tried
"You're all dismissed," I finally decided to end this meeting that's keeping me away from my little family for so long. They know from my tone that I am satisfied and approve of our process. I pay these people well for a reason, so I only need to work when I want a full report. It isn't surprising to say that I am the happiest man on earth. I have two loving children, a beautiful obedient wife, control, and most importantly, an empire for my family to rule over for generations to come. My eyes stayed glued on Sierra as the sound of chairs being pushed back into place echoed in the room, and soon the door closed, erasing all signs of this meeting. "Stone, you broke the poor girl. The twins should use some of your techniques on their girlfriend. I heard she's been giving them a hard time" I looked over at Jonas, who sat across from me with his eyes on me as he talked about Sierra. Seems like everyone is finding their soulmates at the moment. Good luck to them with taming their little s
A few months later Sierra POV Change, what is change? I am very familiar with the verb. It has happened all my life. I have never stayed in one place for too long; here I was for the final time moving. Moving to a new life, a new beginning, and a new setting. The background change will do me good. I needed a new place away from that house; Stone didn't mind when I talked to him about wanting a new house. He had only smiled at me, stating, "Whatever my wife wants." It took a few weeks to renovate the new house how I wanted, but ultimately, it's done. I was excited to spend some time outside in the big garden house in the backyard. I try to spend as much time outside as I can. Maybe it's because of the time I spent confined in that white room with not even a speck of sunlight. I tore my gaze from the window and looked at the back seat where my twins were fast asleep. We'd been driving for over two hours now; they were sleepy. A small smile made its way onto my lips, and I looked over
Sitting in the car, I feel suffocated by how the seat belt wrapped around me. I sat still, quietly looking out the window and watching the trees pass by. By how many trees and greens were around, I could tell we weren't in the city anymore. I was used to the change of constantly different settings. I was very familiar with change. It has happened all my life; I can never stay in one place for too long. My life was entirely in my father's hands, and he did whatever he felt without acknowledging me and my opinion. Only his opinion matters. He never asks before making decisions regarding me; he just does things without my consent. Here I was for the 5th time moving again. We moved the first time because of his new job offer, the second time because of his gambling problems, the third time because of his drinking problems, the fourth time, I guess, sadly, because of my mother's death, and the fifth time again his new job offer. I try to support my dad as much as I can. He goes through a
I'm going to ignore whatever that was with Mr. Armsberg because that's all I could do. Get over it. I opened the door to the room and was greeted with a luxurious room that was already set up. This place looks more like a master bedroom set up for couples; it was so huge. The walls were painted in a Cosmic Latte color, giving me a relaxed feel, but my eyes immediately landed on the king-size bed in the middle of the room; it was spotless and free of any wrinkles, with no sign that someone was there. The room looked so clean that I was afraid to touch anything for fear that I would ruin it. But that bed. I wasn't even excited to look around right now, my eyes were droopy, and I was very sleepy. After that 17-hour car ride, I needed to lie down and rest my eyes for a few minutes— or hours. I quickly took off my sweatpants and the oversized white t-shirt I had on, leaving me in my comfortable boyshorts underwear. I was about to pull off my sports bra when my stomach started growling.